Grandma's surgeon came into the pre-op wearing a leather jacket. I asked if he had ridden a Harley to work regardless the inch of snow outside. He said 'No.' I said, 'You know your doctor's a Badass when he wears a leather jacket to surgery.' He said he just hadn't changed yet. After surgery, in his scrubs, I asked 'Where the leather jacket went?'; 'It's in my locker,' He said.

I'm glad he wasn't looking for cancer in the form of a joke inside my grandmother, it would have eluded him.